Page 64 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

“No idea,” I said, running my hand down his back, letting my fingers drift over the cleft of his ass. Pushing my middle finger into his taint area.

“Docking. Kind of like what you did with your tongue that one time, but with cocks.”

“Sweetie, I know what docking is. That’s why I knew to do the thing with my tongue,” I said, kissing the tip of his nose as I gently pressed my fingertip against his puffy hole.

He squirmed.

“Too much?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. Like maybe he was remembering something fondly. “It’s the perfect kind of sore.”

We lay there for a few more moments; me pressing at his tender hole and him laying kisses across my collarbone.

Finally, his eyes flew open. “Oh, right. Docking.”

“You wanna dock me this morning?”

“Wait? I’m docking you?”

“Yeah, you’re the one with the foreskin.”

He bit at his lower lip, then nodded. I shifted so that we were facing each other. He looked down between us and rolled his hips just a little, just to touch our tips together.

“Can we try it?”

I reached behind me for the lube. Fuck being on time. “You bet.”

“You’ll show me how?”

“Of course.”

I lubed up my hand and then our cocks. Touched our tips together, then carefully worked his skin over my head. Clark’s eyes widened.

“Too much now?” I asked, pausing.

“Nope. Keep doing it.”

I did as he asked. The sensation of his skin over my sensitive head was heavenly. Clark grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked his hand, taking over. I’d had to be delicate because I didn’t know how intense or not that would be for him. His grip was a lot firmer, and his strokes a lot more forceful. The slick and slide were getting both of us there awfully quickly.

“If you grip tight enough to seal the foreskin around my head when we come, it can feel pretty good,” I said, losing my breath.

He nodded. “Fuck yeah.”

While he’d been stroking, we were gently rolling our hips, pushing against one another. Clark’s noises turned desperate, and he pinned the foreskin around the circumference of my head.

“Fuck,fuck,” he spat out. “Coming.”

The force of his ejaculation into that tiny, nerve-rich space sent me over the edge, and I came too. The way his foreskin bulged with our combined spend was obscene. I grabbed one of the towels from last night, setting it under us just as he pulled away.

He held up his dripping hand. “Messy.”

I grasped his hand and licked it clean. “Delicious.”

We kissed, and I wished I had another one in me, but between last night and this morning, he’d made sure I was well emptied. Still, I couldn’t seem to pull away from his grip. He pressed our cocks together lengthwise, stroking lazily.

“I wanna do this with you all day long,” Clark murmured, sounding drunk.

“The morning after we get back from the trail ride is an off day for everyone. If you think River is gonna spend the day with Miguel, then I will happily spend the day in bed with you.”